I confess, I am the culprit.
It all started when our Fearless FinePrint Leader Stephany Evans mentioned she had a galley I wanted. Casually taunting me. Casually sneering (except I'm pretty sure Steph doesn't actually sneer since she's quite nice if you're not trying to grab galleys from her.)
I yearned for that book!
I could not involve the minions. They were busy doing actual work.
I could not involve the new interns. They are too wide-eyed and innocent to corrupt into my Evil Ways (this soon anyway...next week all bets are off)
I could not involve The Suzenator. She was off making sure more copies of PERSONAL DEMONS were being delivered to every store in the country....personally.
Fortunately the Herpet American assistant rose to the call of duty. She slithered into Stephany's office and embraced her. REALLY e.m.b.r.a.c.e.d her. Stephany was too busy gasping for air to see me stealthily swim by.
I searched the office.
The bag o'mss
The second bag o'running gear.
The shelves! The desk! The chair! The Lair! The godsend's perch! Frantically I searched high and low!
Then, my prize was revealed! I grabbed it. I kissed it! I leaped out the window clutching the galley and my parasol as a parachute!
Oh...could someone go tell the Herpet-American assistant it's time to go home, and get Stephany some oxygen?
I'm kinda busy reading here.
I wonder if I'll have a job on Monday?
13 comments:
So I should put Mr. Connelly next to Lee Child on my reading list.
A new Bosch novel? Who cares about a job? It was worth it. Plus, I hear Walmart's hiring.
Not 'stole,' Liberated!
Uh oh. Well, if there's a chance of getting caught, have a minion fake a seizure while you slip out the back door to freedom.
Then... Read like the wind, and have the book back tomorrow.
The problem, as I see it, is that the interns should be corrupted on the third day of work...
Yes, you will have a job. Many are afraid of sharks.
You're safe. Stephany's too nice to cut off your fins.
:-) Enjoy--you'll need to gird your loins o' toothy one as I plan to sub a query to Her Sharkiness. And I fear you will need all the literary sustanence available.
I didn't even know what a galley was until I Googled it just now! Slowly I'll learn all these terms ...
I LOVE Connelly. Okay. Tell you what. You sail that there galley over to me, and I'll run interference with Ms. Evans. I'll...spam her with generic queries and hound her with multiple phone calls. She'll be so busy hitting delete and hanging up, she'll forget how you stole--and then shipped--her precious copy to...ME. Of course, I will return it...one day. *eg*
Drooling Canuck.
You even searched the sweaty bags of running gear. True desperation.
Michael Connelly is a fantastic author. The editor I'm working with recently suggested I read a couple of his Bosch novels...to get an idea of how he makes stereotypical characters (in this case a homicide detective) unique (he loves jazz, for one).
I checked out four or five of his books - and darn it all, I didn't sleep for days. I couldn't put his books down! I've made my way through at least eight of them in the past three weeks.
He sucks you in right away - makes you care about Bosch...and makes you care about what Bosch cares about (and that's hard to do).
Yeah, I could see why you'd go through the trouble.
I would risk my job for a look at Michael Connelly's latest too. Good job!
So, um, I'm wondering where the booty was stashed. I don't believe you mentioned exactly where you found it, just that you did.
Janet,
There's an Outfitter in Marfa Texas. He specializes in feral hogs for $.65 cents a pound... send 'im $500, get the meanest snot drippin' boar roamin' there-abouts and have it sent to NY. Then ride it, if you can - and I think you're mean enough - into her office. Believe me, if you do that, you can have anything in Stephany's diggs you want!
Haste yee back ;-)
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